Monster How Do I Feel Novels & Stories

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

You can feel it. I lean against his side feeling raw in the moment. There are feelings and things that I have never talked about. They are the raw ugly part of me that has had so many people leave my life. No matter how many times I have tried to hide it, it always reared its ugly head to ruin the moment. "I am a monster" I whisper. "No, Magma......" he says turning to me. He gathers me in his embrace as he presses his head to mine. In comfort I lean against his muscled chest not wanting to let the blanket that covers me go.

I feel so much like a monster who should actually be locked up in a dungeon. But it was all in the heat of my first shift. Since then, I haven't hurt anyone. I have no strength to even do that, and there don't seem to be any vampire abilities in me. Another sigh slipped from my lips as I cuddled myself tighter, feeling the wetness in my eyes. I didn't want to cry, but the sadness won't stop. My life was getting more miserable and alarming, and I felt that if I waited for more weeks or months, I might run mad.

"I—I feel strange. It's like something is crawling under my skin. I'm burning." Panic chokes me, tears stinging my eyes behind my closed eyelids. "Dani, stay with me," she pleads, and I can hear the fear in her voice. My legs wobble, and the heat keeps rising. It feels like I'm about to combust. Oh...no...Kaziel. He's going to be so upset if something happens to me. I suck in a trembling breath and try to reach for him through my mind. I'm a werewolf, it's supposed to work, right?

The moose fell to the ground with a giant thud, a few birds might have flown away and I watched as the snow beneath it turned red, I looked into its eyeball watching life drain from it, watching it look at me like I was…a monster. For a moment, the moose was me, hurting, injured, bleeding and I was Bryant, the monster, the big bad wolf. “Not bad for the first time”, Andro praised beside me but I didn’t feel too good. I was drowning in a vast pit of regrets, of bitter memories, of me on the bathroom floor pathetically crying, wounded like a dog kicked to the curb… “Mia?” I felt his hands on my shoulder, I felt him place something beside him—his rifle maybe? I couldn’t tell.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

You're not talking to yourself, you're talking to your wolf. I become surprised by my wolf, I'm speechless Wondering how I felt all those amazing feelings from a monster. "I'm not a monster, I'm a part of you, I know that it's hard for you to accept. You need to let me in, so I can heal you, we are dying." "I will not leave you in, I want no part of you. I rather die than accept what killed my mother. To become a monster, it's not something I want. All your werewolves do is bring pain and suffering, I'm not that kind of person"

“What if I become something I can’t come back from?” His expression didn’t harden. It softened. “I don’t fear death,” I added. “I fear becoming a monster.” The breeze moved between us again, lifting the edge of his shirt. “You’re not a monster,” he said quietly. “How do you know?” I asked. “Because monsters don’t ask that question.” I let out a small, humorless breath. “You didn’t see me,” I whispered. “You didn’t feel what I felt. The power… it was endless. It didn’t strain me. It didn’t resist me. It obeyed.”

Abram~ 'You don't want to do this, please stop' 'Please stop, Abram' 'I don't want it this way, this is wrong' 'You always hurt me' 'You are a monster' 'Leave me, you monster' 'Monster' 'Monster' 'Monster' My eyes jolted open, as her voice echoed in my ears and for the first time in two months I feel nothing, no anger, no pain nothing. Only numbness.